Dream 1
I was in a house, then I was outside it was if I were inside it. It was dark. I stood over a brown vinyl cushion that had four or five pairs of screws screwed into it. The heads of the screws stuck about half an inch out from the cushion. The screws were black like iron, but soft and warm-looking, like plastic. The pairs were arranged in parallel lines, with a bit of curvature in the lines.
I was supposed to lay my back on these screws to help my spine. But because the lines were messed up, because they had the curvature, I thought my friend R, who probably owned this house, would think I was careless and a slob.
Now I lay on a bed outside, in a steamy, swampy area with only tiny lumps of land popping out of the water. The bed was like a hospital bed.
To my left was a house, kind of like a trading post or hotel. The place had a name like Becket Gate or Becket Garden, advertised on a gaudy sign over the building's modern, big-windowed lodge-style structure. The sign was as big as the house. It was made of enormous wooden figures of animals, all smashed together like the people on the cover of The Beatles' Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
I remember seeing a cricket-like creature, a crane that looked more like a white duck with a stubby beak (even for a duck!), and some animal like a primordial squid. This squid was grey, cone-like, with gel-like skin and a black, dirty back end out of which came long threads like hairs or jellyfish stingers.
I was afraid that the figures of these animals, especially the weird "squid," would call the actual animals. I thought, I wouldn't worry about the crane, because I'm familiar with them. But all the other animals are too frightening. Who knows what they'd do?
I now saw some gigantic "cranes" floating out from behind the building. I thought, They don't look like cranes. They look like some other kind of animal. Why don't they look like cranes? Are they going to start looking like cranes?
I was now inside the house, which was dark, filled with cobalt blue darkness, and huge. I was filing through some cabinets, looking for something. I was sure someone here was angry at me and wanted to attack me.
Now I heard somebody from a room repeating a noise, like, "chuh, chuh, chuh," something really plain and silly, but so angry and insistent it sounded as menacing as a rattlesnake rattle. I walked toward the sound, knowing the onwly thing I could do was face it.
I walked down a wide, huge hallway and past a bathroom. Somebody who sounded like my brother said, "Helloooo, I'm here!" as I walked past. I kept walking.
I think I thought that the voice I heard came from a hurt person, not an angry one. But now that person jumped out of the bathroom and onto my back, "hitting" me in on the fleshy part right behind my collarbone on my right side.
I thought something like, This is (Mary Constance Gardner?), the possessed woman. I also realized it was R, and that I wasn't being hit behind my collarbone, but stabbed. R was stabbing my heart from above.
I thought, No. This is just a possession. You can't be afraid of the parts that seem violent. But I got too afraid. In spite of the fact that nothing really hurt, I still couldn't stand the thought of being stabbed in the heart by some jerk who'd jumped on top of me. Mostly, I was afraid.
Dream 2
I was in a hallway, getting ready to speak with someone at work, JG. But some really butch lesbian stood in the hallway. JG got all bullish, seriously grunting and stomping and eventually butting her head and then body into this woman. JG had done this. But it was the other woman's intention, so that she could show me how much of a bull she was, how she could be forceful with girls, while I couldn't.
I just walked away uninterested, even though I knew that my doing something like that, and having an uninterested attitude like I did, would cost me my job.
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